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Vhenan'ara	By : Arcanis_Born Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 6576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Translations:
Mi bella: Antivan. "My beauty." Endearment Zevran uses for Riel.
Ir abelas: Elvhen. "I'm sorry."
Emma lath: Elvhen. "My love."
Perdóname, pero quiero hacer el amor a usted: Antivan. "Forgive me, but I wish to make love to you."
Ir abelas, ar nuvenin tu'lathne: Elvhen. "I'm sorry, I wish to make love to you."
Mi amor: Antivan. "My love."
Ar lath ma: Elvhen. "I love you."
Ar lath ma'en, ma vhenan: Elvhen. "I love you too, my heart."

"You have been avoiding me, mi bella…"
Riel kept her eyes on the fire, even as she felt her cheeks darken in a blush. Zevran settled himself behind her as he usually did, placing her body between his and his arms coming around her waist to hold her tightly to his chest. Most of the others had either gone to their tents for the night, or were out on watch, leaving just the two of them still awake by the fire.
Yet even as tired as Riel was, she still couldn't find the courage to retreat back into her tent. It wasn't a fear of attack from her enemies that was keeping her awake, however. The cavern that Alistair had found for them to camp in was well defended and secure, a major change from how their camps were normally set up. Where before they camped out in the open, with only a guard or two keeping watch, this cave provided much more protection from not just the shifting elements of Ferelden's weather. With only one entrance, it gave an extra level of security as it limited where they could also be attacked from.
Yet, it wasn't Darkspawn or bandits that Riel feared now. Ironically, she would probably welcome a fight right now. Somewhere to release the build up stress that had been forming over the past few days.
In truth, ever since leaving Redcliff the day before last, Riel had been more afraid of herself. Despite the reassurances that Zevran gave to her, Riel could feel how unstable her own magic had become. Before, the magic that she flowed inside of her blood was always just a small whisper in the back of her mind. A quiet nudging that she could ignore without even thinking. Now however, it was if gale of power battered at her, threatening to break free at the slightest lessening of her strict control.
Even the smallest shift in her emotions would cause her magic to break free, whether it was out of anger or joy. Setting fire to one's own clothing was not something that a person should have to worry about just because you laughed at a joke. Or causing a shock of electricity to burst forth just because you got frustrated with the new buckles on the armor that you weren't yet used to.
Zevran had tried telling her that she would get to her magic in time. Even Morrigan had said so. However, Riel wasn't nearly as confident as they seemed to be. She had lived with her magic for almost all of her life, yet now for some reason she could no longer control it. Almost overnight, she had gone from being able to easily ignore the power that rested inside of her, to fearing even the simplest tasks incase her frustration got the better of her and she caused a fireball to erupt from her hands.
"Speak to me, mi bella," Zevran crooned from behind her. "I know you are hurting. I can see it in your eyes." After several minutes of silence, Zevran bent his head down and placed a kiss against her neck. However Riel pulled away slightly at his touch, causing him to sigh heavily. "Have I displeased you? Angered you in some way? Why do you shy away from me?"
"It's not you, Zevran…" Riel whispered, her eyes still on the fire in front of her.
"I have always vowed to never do what is against your will, yet since Redcliff you have avoided my touch. Even when I lean in to kiss you, you are hesitant and withdrawn. I will not force you, I only wish to know why. Do you wish to slow down with how intimate we are?" When Riel continued her silence, Zevran swallowed the lump of fear in his throat and continued on, his voice filled with sadness. "Or is it that you wish to end…."
"That's not it!" Riel cried suddenly, cutting him off. Tears began to fall down her cheeks even though she fought hard against them. "By the Creators, I am scared, Zevran…"
Zevran gently turned Riel in his arms so that she faced him. There he lightly swiped at the tears on her face with one hand while holding her with the other. "Please, speak to me, Riel. Tell me what has you so frightened."
Riel pulled his lips down hers, kissing him furiously. Confused at first, Zevran quickly returned the kiss, matching her passion with his own. Riel's hands entwined in his hair as she held him tightly against her, her tongue clashing against his in a desperate fury. She then pulled away sharply, breathless and crying.
"This is why…" she whispered, holding up her glowing hand for him to see. An electric blue light sizzled around her fingertips as she looked up at him, her gaze a mixture of fear and regret. "I can't control it, Zevran. Just a little emotion… A little frustration…." Her eyes drifted to his lips as she continued. "A little kiss…."
"I am not afraid of your magic, mi bella," he replied, trying to soothe her.
"But I am. Of what I might do. I don't want to hurt you."
"Riel, before when-"
"This isn't like before. Not the fire that I shared with you. This is something else. I can feel it. And I can't control it." Zevran reached up with his hand and took hold of hers, even as it sparked with power at his touch. "Zevran, wait-!" she protested, yet he refused to let her go.
"I am not afraid of your magic. Do you wish to know why? Because it is as much a part of you as everything else is. As the soft skin of your body. As the powerful beat of your heart. As your mesmerizing and utterly gorgeous silver eyes. As your smile, and your laugh, and the tears that you cry," Zevran stated softly, using their combined hands to dot at the tears on her cheeks. "It may not be the same as the strange yet beautiful fire that you so graciously shared with me, but it is still as much a part of you. And I will not abandon you to it. I will not leave you to deal with this new struggle on your own."
"What if I hurt you, though?" she cried softly, looking up at him with tearful eyes.
Zevran gathered Riel tightly in his arms, letting her head fall against his chest as he held her to him. "We will deal with each new day as it comes, as we always have, mi bella. I will not push you, and we will go as slow as you need to. To just have you here in my arms fills me with more happiness than you could ever know."
"I'm sorry, Zevran…"
"There is nothing to apologize for, mi bella. You are the woman that I love."
"You should be with someone who isn't like this though…" she replied with a hard sigh. "Sometimes I think that I am just too messed up. With my past, and this Taint and now this..." Riel held up her their joined hands, the light of magic still swirling around their entwined fingers. "I'm cursed…."
Zevran lifted her face up to meet his. "You are not cursed, mi bella. You have been given more than your share of struggles, but remember that you are never alone in them. Not anymore. You are more than just the woman that I love, you are mi corazón y el alma. My heart and soul. And no matter what struggle you face, I will not abandon you to it."
"What if I hurt you? Or someone else?"
Sighing, Zevran searched his thoughts for a way to ease her. "Come with me back to our tent, mi bella. Let me show you what words cannot." Zevran then stood and held out his hand to her, his eyes beckoning her to trust him.
Hesitantly Riel reached out for him, and allowed herself to be pulled up. In silence, she followed him back towards their tent, pushed back against the furthest wall of the cave. It was the best that he could offer her in the way of privacy, and Riel was grateful for his small efforts. Travelling among the others constantly provided little opportunity for privacy, and for a woman such as Riel who thrived on her solitude, to be allowed even a meager amount of privacy was something to be appreciative of.
Zevran guided her inside of the tent, then gently sat her down to the bedrolls below. "Let me care for you, my precious Warden," he purred as he settled in next to her. Deftly his hands went to the buckles holding Riel's armor to her, undoing each with swift precision until all she wore was the new cotton tunic that Leliana had also gotten for her before leaving Redcliff.
Once her armor was laying in a neat pile off to the side, Zevran quickly did the same to his own, placing his leathers beside hers. He then returned his focus to Riel, his hands gently gliding up her arms in a light caress. Riel felt her breath hitch in her chest at his touch, her eyes closing as she instinctively leaned in closer to him. She then felt soft feather like kisses along her neck and shoulder, each one sending a jolt of electricity through her body and down to her hands.
"Wait… Zevran…-" she whimpered, fear beginning to edge its way through her mind.
"Do you trust me, mi bella?" he whispered back to her, his breath hot against her skin.
"With everything," she whispered back even as sparks of energy could be felt building in the air surrounding them.
"Then allow me to love you. All of you. Even this." Zevran took her hand in his, ignoring the small bites of electricity he felt as he held it.
With gentle pressure Zevran then massaged her hand, starting from her fingers then to her palm. The magic that sparked free wrapped around his hands, yet he ignored the small bits of pain he felt and instead focused purely on her own pleasure. Slowly the blue light that marked her magic eased, becoming just a slight glow that could barely be seen in the small light from the fire beyond the tent. Zevran then switched to her other hand, repeating his motions to a similar effect.
Once finished with her hands, Zevran then moved up her arm, massaging and gently caressing her muscles and skin in a soft and slow motion. After repeating the soothing massage on her on other arm, Zevran moved down to her legs and began to knead and caress her thigh and calves with his powerful hands. From up near her hips, down to her toes, he worked her flesh in gently pull and circles, easing out every tension she carried there.
When both of Riel's legs felt as weak as pudding, Zevran brought his hands up to the hem of her tunic. Carefully he lifted the fabric over head, then placed it to the side. Now on in her small clothes, Riel felt her a strand of fear begin to swirl inside of her stomach. Not since their first intimate moments had she felt this apprehensive, yet Zevran remained as calm as sure as he always was.
Needing to feel the comfort of his skin against hers, Riel reached for his own tunic. Her fingers pulled at the hem, her eyes lifting to his in a silent plea. WIth a sly smile on his face, Zevran granted her unspoken desire, quickly removing the tunic from his upper body. Barechested now, Riel let her eyes wander over him, delighting in the swirls of his tattoos. She loved how the dark marks flowed over his chest, even though she always feared the pain that he must have endured to attain them. Still, they were gorgeous against his bronzed skin, and she loved running her hands over them.
"Turn for me, mi bella," he lightly whispered to her, guiding her with his hands for her to turn around. With her back to him, Zevran began to gently massage her shoulders and neck. His fingers seeking out and rubbing the tense spots cause by fighting and worry, bringing out a low moan of pleasure from Riel's lips. "You carry too much on your shoulders, mi amor. You are always so strong… Carrying everyone's burden…" he murmured before placing several soft kisses against the back of her shoulders.
Riel was a confusing mixture of relaxed bliss, sexually enticed, and fearful apprehension all at the same time as she felt his hands and lips on her skin. The combating feelings swirling and fighting for dominance in both her mind and body as he gently massaged her. She could feel the swell of her magic rising, then receding; pushing and pulling almost in tune with his own motions against her flesh.
"Zevran…" she murmured softly, her eyes shut against the cascading emotions inside of her.
"You are safe, mi bella," he whispered in response, his breath tickling against the curve of her neck.
"And you?" she whispered back, a lick of fear in her voice despite the relaxed state he was putting her in.
"I am with you. There is no where else that I would rather be," he purred in response.
Riel didn't know whether to take his answer as an avoidance of her question, or an affirmation of it. Anxiety began to rear in her mind once more, bringing with it the snapping sparks of magic that fueled the air around them with energy.
Suddenly Zevran was there, kissing her deeply as his hands wound themselves in her dark hair. Riel's mind went blank as she returned the passionate kiss, her body turning until her chest pressed against his. Madly he kissed her, wiping away everything but the feel of his skin on hers. Riel's hands moved over his body, trailing by memory the swirls of his tattoos as they ran over his chest and back. Lower they caressed, reaching down past his chest to his abdomen, and further still to the trousers that he still wore.
Riel's fingers began pulling at the ties that bound the fabric together, yet Zevran gently took her hands in his, stopping her. "Mi bella…" he murmured against her lips. "You need not worry about that. This is about me easing you."
A sharp crackle of magic sparked through the air at the same time a pain of panic rushed through Riel. The power of the unrestrained magic took on the form of a force of lightning, spiking from Riel's hands and into Zevran's. Riel tried to pull away even as he hissed in pain as the magic entered him, however still Zevran held on to her.
"Zevran!" she exclaimed in panic, tears forming at her eyes.
Again she tried to pull away, yet Zevran refused to let go of her hands. Fear and panic rose even higher inside of her, causing another release of magic coming forth from her hands and straight into Zevran. This time he remained quiet, yet it was obvious that he was in pain due to the magic she released.
"Zevran! Let go of me!" she pleaded, her cheeks wet from the fat tears that ran down them.
"Never…" he groaned through gritted teeth, another spark going through him. His honeyed eyes flashed with raw determination and love as he looked at her. With a grunt Zevran pulled Riel to him, placing her body flush against his own. "I won't leave you," he stated through heavy breaths. "Tell me to release your hands once more, and I will, however I won't let you go."
Riel openly sobbed against his chest as he held on to her, his hold on her hands gentle yet firm. Yet she didn't try to get away again. Instead she melded her body to his, pressing just as tightly to him as he was to her. With each deep racking sob that left her lips, another spark of energy left her fingers and went into Zevran, yet still he held on to her despite it.
"Why?" she pleaded when she was finally able to take a breath.
"Because I love you. And I won't abandon you, no matter what," he whispered hoarsely. After a quiet moment, he continued, his voice a mixture of sadness and regret. "I do not hold you to bind you, Riel, but because I am the one bound to you. No matter the struggle you face, I cannot leave you to face it alone."
"I'm hurting you, though…."
Zevran used their combined hands to lift her face up to his. "It would hurt me more for you to suffer alone," he replied softly. "Besides, a little pain can add such interesting dynamics to love making. Or at least, so I am told," he added with a wink.
Riel didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she did both. "Zevran…?" she whispered after a moment.
"Yes, mi bella?"
"Let go of my hands. Please."
Zevran's eyes flicked a moment of fear before he quickly hid it by bringing each of her hands up to lips and placing soft kisses on each. He then let each of her hands go, his regret a tangible emotion reaching out to her even though his eyes didn't meet hers. Instead Zevran closed his eyes, his own turmoil snaking through him even though he refused to show it openly.
He had wanted to ease her - to allow to her to relax in his arms while he massaged away her anxiety and fears. His caresses hadn't about seducing her, even though he couldn't deny how much he wanted her during it. Which is why he removed her hands when he did. She already feared her control over her magic. She didn't need the added worry of what would happen if he succeeded in seducing her. And yet when Zevran felt her anxiety build quickly while he massaged her, he did the only thing he could think of to bring her mind away from it.
He kissed her. Not to entice her to sleep with him. Only to distract her mind away from the anxiety he could see and feel building inside of her. However, his plan backfired when she reached for the strings at his waist. It wasn't that he didn't want her - by the gods above how he craved her! That was entirely the problem though. However, instead of pulling her away from the anxiety that she was feeling, he pushed her right into it by refusing her. And then to further compound his failure by not letting her go when she begged him to….
"When you asked for me to release you..." Zevran began, his voice thick with emotion. Still his eyes remained closed even as he spoke, not wanting to see the hurt that he caused her. "When I refused…. What I meant was,-"
"Zevran, look at me." Riel's voice was firm, yet it held no malice or anger in it. Just a gentle command that reached past his inner anguish and down to his heart. When his honeyed gaze lifted to hers, Zevran's chest constricted at the amount of love he witnessed in her eyes as she looked at him. "Thank you."
"I don't understand…."
"For not leaving me," she whispered back, a shy smile on her lips.
"As I said, I will not abandon you, mi bella. I can no longer leave you as one could leave their beating heart behind. For that is what you are to me."
Riel smiled, not knowing what to say. Far too often his words and compassion left her speechless, even when she felt as if there was such much she needed to say. However, the words never seemed to come out the way that she wanted them to. Sighing, she placed her hand on his cheek, wishing she had his way with words. He always knew what to say to her, while she often had trouble expressing even the simplest of things. His own hand came up to lightly covers her as they gazed at each other in the quiet stillness of the night.
However, it was then that Riel noticed the burn marks on Zevran's hand.
"Zevran! Your hand!" she exclaimed, taking his hand into hers. Along the palm were deep red marks where it was already blistering, as well as dark lines where the skin was quite literally burned. Quickly Riel reached for his other hand, gasping as she found the same type of wounds there as well. "What have I done….?" she began to weep.
"Shh…. It is nothing a potion will not fix. If not, perhaps if I beg nicely to Wynne she will be kind enough to heal them. As long as I do not mention her bosom, perhaps," he said with a pained smile. Still, even as Riel examined his hands, he made no real signs of the pain she knew he must be in.
"Oh Zevran…. How can you joke about this? The pain you must be in…"
"It is nothing. Not compared to making sure that you are well," he replied, the back of one of his hands coming up to gently rub against Riel's cheek.
Riel couldn't believe how calm he was considering how painful both his hands looked. It both amazed and shamed her, knowing that she had this to him. This was exactly what she had feared. Losing control of her magic and having it hurt someone she cared about, especially him. He had given so much to her - through his kindness and gentle love, Riel was finally beginning to think she could heal the inner wounds of her past. Now for this to happen…. All because of her magic!
"Ir abelas, emma lath," she cried, burying her face against his hands.
"Mi bella, please… Do not cry. It will heal. It will-" Zevran paused as he felt the pain in his palm decrease, the stabbing burn being replaced by a gentle warmth.
With her eyes closed, Riel didn't notice the glow that began to shine forth from her hands and over Zevran's palms that she cradled to her face. Her mind was too focused on her prayers to Mythal, begging the ancient Elvhen goddess the power to heal her lover. Even when the glow erupted into soft flames and spread over Riel's arms and up over the rest of her body, still Riel kept her face bowed and her eyes closed, reciting the prayer for aid over and over again.
Zevran felt the change immediately. The pain in his palms dimmed and finally eased away completely. The tight, cracked skin where the burn was worst was now flexible again, and the blisters were also now gone. Even the aches in the rest of his body that the electrical charges had caused disappeared as the flames that came from Riel spread over him as well.
"Riel, open your eyes. Please. Look," he pleaded gently with her. To help show his point, Zevran cupped both sides of Riel's cheeks and raised her face to his.
Riel slowly opened her tear stained eyes to see Zevran nearly alight in flames. Horror filled her, fearful of that she had somehow lost control of her magic again and this time instead of electricity, she was burning him to death.
"Zevran! Creators, no!" she screamed out, her hands going to try and put out the flames she saw crawling up his bare arms and chest. Yet no matter how hard she tried to pat away the flames, still they remained, and even continued to spread out to cover his body. Riel was hysterical, crying out huge sobs even though Zevran tried to calm her. Her only thought was that she was somehow killing him with her magic, despite how badly she was trying to save him.
"Riel! Riel! Listen to me! It's alright! Calm yourself!" Zevran called out to her, trying to reach for her while she tried to pat down his skin. Frustrated and worried that she may end up harming herself if he didn't stop her, Zevran took hold of Riel by her waist and carefully lowered her down to the bedrolls below. He then positioned himself overtop of her, placing his face right next to hers. "Feel me, Riel! Feel my body next to yours and know that everything is alright!"
The hysterical fear that gripped Riel broke as she looked up at him, his face stern yet loving. His powerful and well muscled body was sure and solid against hers, acting as an anchor and pulling her back from the edges of her fear driven insanity. Still the gentle fire that came from Riel's body stretched over them both, glowing a soft light that illuminated the space between them.
"Zevran….?" Riel whispered, fear still cutting through her voice.
Zevran gently pushed her hair free from her face and smiled down at her. "Everything is well, mi bella. Look for yourself," he offered, raising his palm so she could see it. "You have healed me. As you did before. The fire you see is not one that hurts, but the one that heals."
Riel wrapped her arms around Zevran's neck and pulled him down to her, hugging him tightly. "Oh Zevran! I am so sorry! Ir abelas!"
"It is alright, mi bella," Zevran replied with a soft chuckle. "I told you. All is well. Although, I must admit that I never thought falling in love with someone who wields magic would be quite so interesting…"
"You are horrible for laughing about this…." Riel replied with a light bitterness. "I could have killed you!"
Zevran lifted himself up slightly so he could look upon her. "Mi bella, you take my breath away every time you smile at me. You bring me to my knees every time you tell me that you love me. And you make my heart stop every time you make love to me. If I am to die, I will die a very happy man, knowing that I have you in my life."
Zevran then leaned down and took hold of her mouth with his own, kissing her deeply. With his body over hers and her emotions already so scattered to the winds, Riel just let herself lose herself to him and the feelings that he evoked inside of her. Feelings after all were complicated. They meant more than she could ever understand, let alone explain. They brought forth the crushing weights of anxiety and panic, or they brought forth great waves of pleasure and love. And most all of them seemed to revolve around this one singular man.
A man who had come to mean to very much to her, in so little time.
Riel let her hands wander over Zevran's back, loving the way his muscles flexed and corded under her touch. Every dip and scar of his skin she was beginning to know as intimately as her own, with each new addition from their fighting getting special attention from her. And he did the same with her. His hands knowing every groove of her flesh, where each mark lay and having kissed every scar that marred her soft skin.
"Perdóname, pero quiero hacer el amor a usted," Zevran purred against her lips. He knew that he shouldn't, yet she felt too good underneath him. The way her body pressed into his, with her hands running along his back was a temptation that clawed deeply at his mind and soul.
"I don't understand…" she whispered back to him.
Zevran chuckled softly, forgetting again for a moment how little she actually knew of his his home language of Antivan. Thankfully, he had also learned quite a bit of Elvhen in his troubles. "Ir abelas, ar nuvenin tu'lathne," he repeated for her. To emphasize his point, he pushed his hips against her core, allowing her to feel the hard length there that yearned for her.
"I thought that you didn't want to…" she whispered shyly, remembering briefly the panic that had set off her magic earlier.
Zevran looked down at the beautiful woman beneath him, her silver eyes shining with sadness and regret. "When I stopped you earlier, I only did so because I did not want you to feel pressured. I wished for you to relax and enjoy yourself, not feel compelled to return my affections for you." Zevran lowered his head down to Riel's neck and left a long trail of kisses from her collarbone to her jaw. "You should know by now that I always desire you, mi amor. The only thing ever holding me back is your own feelings and well being," he purred seductively into her ear.
"What if my magic gets loose again?" she asked, even as her eyes closed and her body began to roll against his.
"Then I guess we shall just have to think of a way to make me feel better again, won't we?" Zevran answered back in a playful purr before lightly biting at her jaw.
"Zevran… I-" she began, a lick of fear again entering her mind.
"Do not worry, mi bella…" Zevran chuckled lightly. Carefully he moved to her side, pulling her tightly against him. "You have been through much today. I think maybe it would be best to simply just hold you for the rest of the night. Perhaps if you are well tomorrow evening, I will more than gladly show you the depths of desire that I have for you."
Riel turned her body into his, resting her head against his chest. "I feel like I am disappointing you…" she whispered sadly.
Zevran gently pulled her chin up so her eyes met his. "You could never disappoint me, mi bella. Now rest. It is already late, and I know that a certain leader of ours will be wishing to continue our journey towards the Dalish in the morning."
"This leader of ours sounds harsh. Making you travel so much," Riel teased.
"Oh she is a very fierce leader. Strong, capable, and amazingly beautiful. She is true goddess of battle. And I hear she has a rather handsome elf for a lover, as well."
Riel laughed as she again settled herself against him. "This elven lover sounds interesting. Just how handsome are we talking about here?"
"Oh I am sure he would say that he was handsome enough. Being a ruggedly good looking rogue assassin, he has endured the affections of others over the years. However, none of those in his past could ever compare to the goddess that he now holds in his arms."
"Goddess huh?" Riel scoffed playfully.
"Oh indeed. One to rival even that of Andraste herself if the truth were to be told. For not even the Maker's bride could match her in his eyes. Her beauty, her strength, her kindness and compassion…"
"Sounds like this elven lover loves her a lot," she mused, smiling.
Zevran leaned his head down and kissed her forehead. "More than she'll ever know. Now rest mi bella. And dream of all the delightful and naughty things that I will do to you in many years ahead of us. I know I will."
"Ar lath ma, Zevran," Riel whispered against his chest.
"Ar lath ma'en, ma vhenan," he whispered back to her.
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